Trap Sound

I gotta pressure pack
I gotta gettem back

My same damn homies
From another jack

I don't know where ya been
But you late to the trap
It's a whole lotta guap now

She been tweaking
But I knew she used to talk down
All around town
Getting down with the opps

Any nigga playing with my name get dropped
Make a Nigga top drop
Like he ran out of stock

He ran outta uuh
He ran outta drops
Thought that Nigga was a boss
But he ain't have the balls
Just to make one call
Diss my gang
So his ass took a loss
If u take one of mine
Then we taking all of y'all's

30 in the clip
With a 30 on my hip
A 10 be the bitch
But the whip cost a grip
I give her all the dick
But the lips, I don't kiss
If you know me
Then you know it
I will never trust a bitch

I will never trust a bitch
I will never tell my licks
(No no mo)

I will never hold no stick
That I know that I ain't blowing
Niggas hoes
But you know they ain't gon show it
New code
New code for the bros
Stay down, stay on ten toes
Lay down
When the shit go wrong

My shit go gold
This shit to known
It get to the point where this shit get old
Ian talkin bout dat shit
In the past that we sold
It ain't good for my soul
So you know that I can't nomore

(Bitch)
I be dripping water like a gold fish
Bitches playing games, Tell them go fish
Imma big stepper and ya know this